RIP Bonsai

Once upon a time I rescued a tiny little Bonsai tree from his cramped, shallow-rooted, pot-bound life and planted him deeply into the earth, just outside of my kitchen window so that I could see him flourish and unravel and plunge his erstwhile stunted roots deeply into the soil to celebrate being a proper tree instead of a manipulated, condensed, forced version of himself. I have a need to rescue the genuinely unfortunate and underprivileged, it’s a recurrent theme.

Bonsai was doing well.

Then we got the puppy.

The moral of the story? RIP Bonsai.

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